Natalie Portman versus Stella Hudgens
May 28, 2022 1:31:07 GMT -6
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Natalie Portman vs. Stella Hudgens
(Hawkeye International vs. Wannabees)
Natalie: 40 yo, 5’3” 93-54-2 with 58 KOs vs Stella: 26 yo, 5’4”, 11-11 with 10 KOs
Results: Lookout. Story: Hawkeye
NATALIE PORTMAN
STELLA HUDGENS
BEFORE: A little ‘Hudgens appetizer’ on deck for the Consortium gals, sister Stella facing off against the ‘Mighty’ Natalie Portman before the big bout for the flyweight gold, Dove challenging Nessa.
Nessa’s sister’s had a meager run for the last two-and-a-half years after getting trounced by Jessica Lowndes to end a successful 2018-19 stint. Since then, three KO losses are on the ledger, her last fight a loss in December 2021 against Nell Tiger Free.
Stella’s excitement is evident as she’s been mouthy about a Hudgens sweep in the build-up. A .500 record is nothing to necessarily sneeze at and Hudgens has the great bloodlines to be a threat to most anyone in the division, just maybe not Portman, who’s on a mission to finish her career with a flourish.
“Hey. I should be the one fighting Dove,” Stella insists. “She hasn’t earned the right to face big sis, but that’s Lookout’s call. When HISC came offering the old has-been, how could I pass that up? No risk. All reward. Beat Portman up before her big premiere and suddenly my dance card starts filling up.”
Stella becomes testy with the media who question why she never became another Nessa on the screen or in the ring.
“I’m better than ninety percent of the women putting on the gloves. And yeah. Some of the hate directed toward Nessa has slowed me being booked like I should. That and people are afraid to give me a chance. HISC is giving me one. That’s their mistake.”
Portman got off to a late start in 2022 but has some momentum with a solid if unspectacular win against her former bestie Mila Kunis. Hard to argue she’s stepped up in opponents this month, but with Dove and Mishy taking a lot of the air out of the flyweight room with the cracker crunchers, Natalie’s hoping to slowly build behind them.
“Mila was dangerous just because she knew me inside and out,” Portman pronounces. “Stella won’t have that advantage. In fact, she won’t have any advantage.”
When reminded she’s fourteen years younger, Nat adds “Like that means anything.”
“I love Dove to death and I hope she gets the job done, but I think everyone knows on any given night I’m the Consortium flyweight everyone fears facing.”
Natalie’s again in what can only be described as a Thor cosplay version of boxing gear, Disney promoting their hearts out for Love and Thunder, the gear including specially made tie-in boxing gloves.
Natalie’s gear:
[boots instead of heels]
Natalie’s gloves:
Stella looks chic in a satiny, turquoise two-piece that includes a risqué set of bikini bottoms. White pads, boots and gloves finish the wardrobe.
Movie star and Wannabe meet in the middle, Stella chesting against the recently bulked Harvard graduate.
“I feel bad putting an old lady in the hospital and making you miss Nessa’s championship beatdown. But tonight. That’s what they pay me for.”
Nat smirks, shaking her head.
“Even your insults aren’t as good,” Portman responds, prompting a shove from Stella the Hall of Famer ignores, using it to move to her corner and wait for the bell.
R1: Natalie coming out of the Consortium corner confident, well aware she’s got the ‘other’ Hudgens in her sights. The veteran orbits around the pivoting Stella, Hudgens settled and measuring while Portman wheels around her curvier foe. The new ripped version of Natalie flicks out some testers, Stella blocking and timing the next set effectively. She steps into Natalie as Portman closes her range and puts some leather to the Oscar winner’s flawless features. Portman’s caught flatfooted from a whistling combination and Hudgens transfers to offense as quickly as big sis. Perhaps not as fit or as loud about being fit, Stella has youth on her side and it shows in the quickness with which she throws her hands, forcing the Harvard graduate to deal with a squall of headhunting lefts and rights. Enough make it through to cheek and jawline Portman’s brown peepers show doubt as do her backpedals. By the final minute, Stella’s feeling comfortable toe to toe with a Hall of Famer, backing Nat to the ropes and lathering her foe to the bell to pluck the first points in a wide win.
R2: Both women are out neatly to start the second, the Ivy Leaguer realizing this is going to be no gimme. Hudgens has the bloodline and showed not timidity in the first. She likewise offers none now, the combatants meeting in the middle, thrusting and parrying some investigative blows that grow more serious as the round moves on. Natalie is more thoughtful this time out, letting Stella dictate while she counters, cutting the need for speed and relying on her vast knowledge base. And it’s working. Portman has Stella frustrated, Hudgens looking greedy for more and Natalie pekking away at Hudgens, alternating with jabs to her foe’s chin and tummy checkers when Stella’s defenses raise high enough for taking breadbasket. Hudgens is busy enough and finds some open territory to Nat’s torso to keep the result close, but Natalie claims her first round.
R3: Hudgens shows no fear or even respect coming out for number three, rushing to tangle with Natalie barely off her stool. Turning hyper-aggressive before Portman can get comfortable, the curvier member of the Hudgens sisterhood gets in Nat’s grill from the start. Hudgens forgoes any introductory jabs and bursts through the defenses of the newly arm-ored MCUer. Bodying Natalie, Stella digs leather into Portman’s ivory-skinned midriff, bruising Portman belly. Natalie grows breathless from the shots, her eyes showing panic as she tries to draw in air while Hudgens works her lungs like a bellows, taking all the tummy she wants then raising the stakes by jugg mugging the Ivy Leaguer. Nat’s modest rack doesn’t stand a chance against the onslaught, Portman mewling and desperately covering as she’s bullied into a corner. Stella swabs the forlorn Natalie, Portman suddenly looking lost. With no time to counter the blitz, Hudgens humming, Portman can only collapse into a protective ball and survive as Stella pitches a thorough shutout in round three. Hudgens piefaces Portman after the bell and when she receives only a mewl of complaint, slaps her chest, bellowing that she’s got this bytch.
R4: No way is Hudgens changing the gameplan now. She’s out quickly again. Portman, more aware of what’s coming, escapes her corner and gets on her horse as much as her 40-year-old legs will allow, but Stella is tracking. Nat seems to be laying a trap for the belligerent Hudgens and steps to Part Deux with a counter left to Stella’s gurls. But Hudgens shrugs off the impact with a pained pinch in her face and lands a gutbusting return left that leaves Natalie doubled and gasping. With one arm swaddling her aching abs, Portman’s defenses are dialed down and Stella takes what’s given, smacking a wicked combination to Natalie’s noggin, both left and right are head-turners that leave Nat on rubbery stems that collapse when a left uppercut snaps Portman’s head back and turns the switch on Portman’s stems to ‘off’, NATALIE PUDDLING TO HER HAUNCHES before a “misplaced” knee to the temple from Stella sends Portman sprawling to her side for a mid-round knockdown.
A jubilant Stella retreats to neutral ground as Nat blinks some sense of awareness back into place. Portman pushes to her feet by ‘SIX’ and takes the rest of the standing-eight before steeling for the Hudgens’ rampage. Stella doesn’t disappoint with the fire thrown, though Natalie’s scholarly defenses make the connections limited enough for the brunette to ride out the round, groaning as she shuffles back to her stool, back hunched from the abuse she’s taken in another belittling round.
R5: Hudgens isn’t quite as energetic to start this stanza, having spent an immense amount of energy on battering Portman from pillar to post. It seems a good thing for Natalie as she’s moving gingerly, wincing when she works past a lumbering waddle. It’s not a good look for the Ivy Leaguer and draws Stella out of her early thoughts of a consolidation round. Stella turns predator mode back on, showing the trademark Hudgens hostility. Stella aims for some more rack attacking, pistoning a combo toward Portman’s cups, but Natalie twists and pivots, then pumps left into Stella’s tanned tummy before sending Hudgens’ bounty jumping with an uppercut to the underside of her foe’s top. Pained for the first time in a while, Stella backs away to reevaluate, but Portman isn’t allowing it. Her gym work is showing with the extra pop in a pair of blistering rights that sizzle over Hudgens’ sagging defenses and put Stella through a fencepost hole stagger. Stella makes it to the ropes and keeps herself upright. There she’s plundered for the final minute, the rejuvenated veteran picking her foe’s leaky defenses apart in a scientific display of geometry, mass and velocity, Natalie claiming a wide win to stem a dangerous tide.
R6: Portman, sensing her opportunity is there to grab, meets the younger Hudgens with no delay, determined to keep the pressure on. Nat eats Stella up early, working Hudgens’ rack and tummy with blistering efficiency, Portman’s higher caliber guns churning into the curves of Nessa’s lil’ bigger sis. Stella’s swings are becoming less frequent as her arms are tucked in tight, trying to shield her from the growing storm of Portman leather. Second minute, the Ivy Leaguer puts it into overdrive, upping her work rate and blasting away with sweeping rights and lefts, crashing crosses into a staggering Stella. Hudgens is tottering and whimpering as Portman takes jugg then jaw down the stretch. Stella’s shopworn and losing her way, plaintively pushing out ‘don’t hurt me’ jabs, looking for some relief when Natalie splits her foe’s gloves with a battering ram right to the face and a destructive left to the liver that has Stella curling and collapsing into a fetal ball HUDGENS PLOPPING PITTIFULLY TO THE CANVAS.
The ref directs an excited Portman safely away then picks up the count. Stella never emerges from her sobbing shell, Hudgens broken, NATALIE PORTMAN WITH A KO6.
AFTER: Portman watches as Stella’s seconds carefully retrieve her, gently placing her on a seat to work on her mottled, tenderized tummy, BUT PORTMAN’S NOT DONE.
She pushes past the Wannabees staff and pulls Stella to her feet, Hudgens in no position to resist. Nat mounts the middle ropes, a boot on either side and stuffs chiseled MCU abs into the blubbering Stella all the while looking out on a furious Vanessa in the first row.
“We’ve got more of this for you, sweetheart,” Portman bellows.
Natalie presses the flesh until Stella swoons to her knees, curvy body seeping down Portman’s sinewy figure, pooling beneath her.
Vanessa pushes up from her chair when she sees Mishy make a move toward the ring to add her abs, but Williams backs off with a chuckle, ‘world war’ temporarily averted until the flyweight title tilt.
(Hawkeye International vs. Wannabees)
Natalie: 40 yo, 5’3” 93-54-2 with 58 KOs vs Stella: 26 yo, 5’4”, 11-11 with 10 KOs
Results: Lookout. Story: Hawkeye
NATALIE PORTMAN
STELLA HUDGENS
BEFORE: A little ‘Hudgens appetizer’ on deck for the Consortium gals, sister Stella facing off against the ‘Mighty’ Natalie Portman before the big bout for the flyweight gold, Dove challenging Nessa.
Nessa’s sister’s had a meager run for the last two-and-a-half years after getting trounced by Jessica Lowndes to end a successful 2018-19 stint. Since then, three KO losses are on the ledger, her last fight a loss in December 2021 against Nell Tiger Free.
Stella’s excitement is evident as she’s been mouthy about a Hudgens sweep in the build-up. A .500 record is nothing to necessarily sneeze at and Hudgens has the great bloodlines to be a threat to most anyone in the division, just maybe not Portman, who’s on a mission to finish her career with a flourish.
“Hey. I should be the one fighting Dove,” Stella insists. “She hasn’t earned the right to face big sis, but that’s Lookout’s call. When HISC came offering the old has-been, how could I pass that up? No risk. All reward. Beat Portman up before her big premiere and suddenly my dance card starts filling up.”
Stella becomes testy with the media who question why she never became another Nessa on the screen or in the ring.
“I’m better than ninety percent of the women putting on the gloves. And yeah. Some of the hate directed toward Nessa has slowed me being booked like I should. That and people are afraid to give me a chance. HISC is giving me one. That’s their mistake.”
Portman got off to a late start in 2022 but has some momentum with a solid if unspectacular win against her former bestie Mila Kunis. Hard to argue she’s stepped up in opponents this month, but with Dove and Mishy taking a lot of the air out of the flyweight room with the cracker crunchers, Natalie’s hoping to slowly build behind them.
“Mila was dangerous just because she knew me inside and out,” Portman pronounces. “Stella won’t have that advantage. In fact, she won’t have any advantage.”
When reminded she’s fourteen years younger, Nat adds “Like that means anything.”
“I love Dove to death and I hope she gets the job done, but I think everyone knows on any given night I’m the Consortium flyweight everyone fears facing.”
Natalie’s again in what can only be described as a Thor cosplay version of boxing gear, Disney promoting their hearts out for Love and Thunder, the gear including specially made tie-in boxing gloves.
Natalie’s gear:
[boots instead of heels] Natalie’s gloves:
Stella looks chic in a satiny, turquoise two-piece that includes a risqué set of bikini bottoms. White pads, boots and gloves finish the wardrobe.
Movie star and Wannabe meet in the middle, Stella chesting against the recently bulked Harvard graduate.
“I feel bad putting an old lady in the hospital and making you miss Nessa’s championship beatdown. But tonight. That’s what they pay me for.”
Nat smirks, shaking her head.
“Even your insults aren’t as good,” Portman responds, prompting a shove from Stella the Hall of Famer ignores, using it to move to her corner and wait for the bell.
R1: Natalie coming out of the Consortium corner confident, well aware she’s got the ‘other’ Hudgens in her sights. The veteran orbits around the pivoting Stella, Hudgens settled and measuring while Portman wheels around her curvier foe. The new ripped version of Natalie flicks out some testers, Stella blocking and timing the next set effectively. She steps into Natalie as Portman closes her range and puts some leather to the Oscar winner’s flawless features. Portman’s caught flatfooted from a whistling combination and Hudgens transfers to offense as quickly as big sis. Perhaps not as fit or as loud about being fit, Stella has youth on her side and it shows in the quickness with which she throws her hands, forcing the Harvard graduate to deal with a squall of headhunting lefts and rights. Enough make it through to cheek and jawline Portman’s brown peepers show doubt as do her backpedals. By the final minute, Stella’s feeling comfortable toe to toe with a Hall of Famer, backing Nat to the ropes and lathering her foe to the bell to pluck the first points in a wide win.
R2: Both women are out neatly to start the second, the Ivy Leaguer realizing this is going to be no gimme. Hudgens has the bloodline and showed not timidity in the first. She likewise offers none now, the combatants meeting in the middle, thrusting and parrying some investigative blows that grow more serious as the round moves on. Natalie is more thoughtful this time out, letting Stella dictate while she counters, cutting the need for speed and relying on her vast knowledge base. And it’s working. Portman has Stella frustrated, Hudgens looking greedy for more and Natalie pekking away at Hudgens, alternating with jabs to her foe’s chin and tummy checkers when Stella’s defenses raise high enough for taking breadbasket. Hudgens is busy enough and finds some open territory to Nat’s torso to keep the result close, but Natalie claims her first round.
R3: Hudgens shows no fear or even respect coming out for number three, rushing to tangle with Natalie barely off her stool. Turning hyper-aggressive before Portman can get comfortable, the curvier member of the Hudgens sisterhood gets in Nat’s grill from the start. Hudgens forgoes any introductory jabs and bursts through the defenses of the newly arm-ored MCUer. Bodying Natalie, Stella digs leather into Portman’s ivory-skinned midriff, bruising Portman belly. Natalie grows breathless from the shots, her eyes showing panic as she tries to draw in air while Hudgens works her lungs like a bellows, taking all the tummy she wants then raising the stakes by jugg mugging the Ivy Leaguer. Nat’s modest rack doesn’t stand a chance against the onslaught, Portman mewling and desperately covering as she’s bullied into a corner. Stella swabs the forlorn Natalie, Portman suddenly looking lost. With no time to counter the blitz, Hudgens humming, Portman can only collapse into a protective ball and survive as Stella pitches a thorough shutout in round three. Hudgens piefaces Portman after the bell and when she receives only a mewl of complaint, slaps her chest, bellowing that she’s got this bytch.
R4: No way is Hudgens changing the gameplan now. She’s out quickly again. Portman, more aware of what’s coming, escapes her corner and gets on her horse as much as her 40-year-old legs will allow, but Stella is tracking. Nat seems to be laying a trap for the belligerent Hudgens and steps to Part Deux with a counter left to Stella’s gurls. But Hudgens shrugs off the impact with a pained pinch in her face and lands a gutbusting return left that leaves Natalie doubled and gasping. With one arm swaddling her aching abs, Portman’s defenses are dialed down and Stella takes what’s given, smacking a wicked combination to Natalie’s noggin, both left and right are head-turners that leave Nat on rubbery stems that collapse when a left uppercut snaps Portman’s head back and turns the switch on Portman’s stems to ‘off’, NATALIE PUDDLING TO HER HAUNCHES before a “misplaced” knee to the temple from Stella sends Portman sprawling to her side for a mid-round knockdown.
A jubilant Stella retreats to neutral ground as Nat blinks some sense of awareness back into place. Portman pushes to her feet by ‘SIX’ and takes the rest of the standing-eight before steeling for the Hudgens’ rampage. Stella doesn’t disappoint with the fire thrown, though Natalie’s scholarly defenses make the connections limited enough for the brunette to ride out the round, groaning as she shuffles back to her stool, back hunched from the abuse she’s taken in another belittling round.
R5: Hudgens isn’t quite as energetic to start this stanza, having spent an immense amount of energy on battering Portman from pillar to post. It seems a good thing for Natalie as she’s moving gingerly, wincing when she works past a lumbering waddle. It’s not a good look for the Ivy Leaguer and draws Stella out of her early thoughts of a consolidation round. Stella turns predator mode back on, showing the trademark Hudgens hostility. Stella aims for some more rack attacking, pistoning a combo toward Portman’s cups, but Natalie twists and pivots, then pumps left into Stella’s tanned tummy before sending Hudgens’ bounty jumping with an uppercut to the underside of her foe’s top. Pained for the first time in a while, Stella backs away to reevaluate, but Portman isn’t allowing it. Her gym work is showing with the extra pop in a pair of blistering rights that sizzle over Hudgens’ sagging defenses and put Stella through a fencepost hole stagger. Stella makes it to the ropes and keeps herself upright. There she’s plundered for the final minute, the rejuvenated veteran picking her foe’s leaky defenses apart in a scientific display of geometry, mass and velocity, Natalie claiming a wide win to stem a dangerous tide.
R6: Portman, sensing her opportunity is there to grab, meets the younger Hudgens with no delay, determined to keep the pressure on. Nat eats Stella up early, working Hudgens’ rack and tummy with blistering efficiency, Portman’s higher caliber guns churning into the curves of Nessa’s lil’ bigger sis. Stella’s swings are becoming less frequent as her arms are tucked in tight, trying to shield her from the growing storm of Portman leather. Second minute, the Ivy Leaguer puts it into overdrive, upping her work rate and blasting away with sweeping rights and lefts, crashing crosses into a staggering Stella. Hudgens is tottering and whimpering as Portman takes jugg then jaw down the stretch. Stella’s shopworn and losing her way, plaintively pushing out ‘don’t hurt me’ jabs, looking for some relief when Natalie splits her foe’s gloves with a battering ram right to the face and a destructive left to the liver that has Stella curling and collapsing into a fetal ball HUDGENS PLOPPING PITTIFULLY TO THE CANVAS.
The ref directs an excited Portman safely away then picks up the count. Stella never emerges from her sobbing shell, Hudgens broken, NATALIE PORTMAN WITH A KO6.
AFTER: Portman watches as Stella’s seconds carefully retrieve her, gently placing her on a seat to work on her mottled, tenderized tummy, BUT PORTMAN’S NOT DONE.
She pushes past the Wannabees staff and pulls Stella to her feet, Hudgens in no position to resist. Nat mounts the middle ropes, a boot on either side and stuffs chiseled MCU abs into the blubbering Stella all the while looking out on a furious Vanessa in the first row.
“We’ve got more of this for you, sweetheart,” Portman bellows.
Natalie presses the flesh until Stella swoons to her knees, curvy body seeping down Portman’s sinewy figure, pooling beneath her.
Vanessa pushes up from her chair when she sees Mishy make a move toward the ring to add her abs, but Williams backs off with a chuckle, ‘world war’ temporarily averted until the flyweight title tilt.
